When we travel (which is frequently), Bethie tries to avoid hotel rooms with interconnecting doors. Sometimes when we wind up in such a room, she freaks out and stomps to the front desk to demand a change. More often, she’s just, shall we say, Not Pleased.

We don’t play a lot in hotel rooms, and when we do, her hotel spankings tend to be with the quiet-but-deadly toys, like the little bit of looped rattan that slides so easily into any luggage. Whereas, the spanking toys she tends to like the most are of the loud-and-slappy variety, such as big soft leather straps and paddles (doubtless, if she had her druthers, with bunny ears and fur on ’em, and cute cartoon characters). Although I think her hatred of connecting doors is primarily a security thing — she trusts “solid” walls more than any deadbolt lock ever devised — there’s no doubt sonic transmission is also on her mind.

But as for Singapore, horrors no. Have not been there, would *like* to visit, but. I hear they monitor the internet tightly and do very unpleasant things to pornographers there, and I’m not sure that my “but, I’m only semi-pro!” would save my ass.

Same with Dubai. Nice place to visit by all accounts, but I need some civil liberties to go along with my internet access.